I feel safe in my bed. Unproductive but safe. It's like I can't be hurt here. Trying to come out of a funk. Not interested in being around people who don't understand depression. Just trying to pass the time until I see T on Monday then Tuesday then Thursday. We're trying to meet more to address whatever seems to be happening to me right now. It's like all of my past issues are coming up for review. I feel haunted. It's like, oh brother, I thought we already addressed this and have moved forward. Instead, I am regressing. I would love to have a big cry and get it all out but I can't seem to tear up. I just feel stuck. It's interfering with my family, friends, trying to go back to work. You name it, it's a problem. Maybe I'll try to sleep more...nothing else to do...
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